Soaking Wet

Yesterday I weighed Moma on our scales. She weighed 90 pounds! She said, "How much?" I said, "90 pounds". She said, "I'm 90 pounds soaking wet!" God love her. I am still not sure why her doctor (who is a good guy) won't put her on Hospice. That is failure to thrive. She out eats me, and gains NOTHING. (I should be so lucky)
She is sleeping a good bit. I'm not sure if that means anything. She seems physically more feeble, but who knows. She is hard to predict.

She's just been unwrapped...

Today she said:
"I didn't know you were married!" and "I was so surprised to see you had a boy that old" and "Who was your husband?"
Sigh............

Just this...

Just one thing.....The Precious Princess got up at 6 am today stomping through my house after I lay awake most of the night. I had just dozed off............UGH!!!!!!!!!!!

Aughhhhh......

I need an attitude adjustment. My whole outlook sucks. Right this minute I am updating the blog from my school laptop because my daughter and her friends are crowded around mine. The princess is in one of her "Woe is me" moments, my son left clothes in the washer he asked me to put in the dryer, and I am just simply pissed off. None of that is really a cause, I'm using it. I am wondering if the lack of hormones is it. I had my ovaries removed along with all the other "goods". Not sure how long it takes before you notice a difference, but WOW! if this is the way it's going to be, give me the patch. I don't even like myself. I can't change the sheets on my bed, bring laundry upstairs, drive, or do much of anything. I HATE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God forbid I ever get to a place where I have to depend on someone for the basics of life.
The only real thing I have to post concerning my grandmother is that i do not like her. It is ALL me, and she really hasn't done anything out of the ordinary. She is her usual self centered little princess. It is me. I resent her speaking to me. I roll my eyes when she calls my name. I speak obscenities when her door opens. IT IS ME, and I don't like this. My doctor's appointment is Monday. Maybe he can shed some light on this.

Rude

"I don't like that blouse" Moma stated with no remorse. I nearly died! She then continued telling Kelli Floyd that "it just wasn't her" and that she "usually wore things that made her stand out and that did not". RUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!! I finally asked her to hush. She argued, "She'd rather I tell her the truth than to lie and act like I like it". I said, "No, she'd rather you just kept it to yourself if you didn't like it". This asinine argument went on for at least 20 minutes. She just kept repeating the same stupid concepts. Kelli laughed, but I know she was a tiny bit embarrassed. I could have died.
It must be nice to be a OLD person who just says whatever crosses your mind and then gets defensive if anyone tells you to hush. I swear......

Explain to me

Is there anyone who can explain to me the need to hoard things? Is it just an old people thing? Is it from living through the depression? What? My grandmother hoards things that make me want to pop her in the back of the head over!
She will not let you toss out grocery bags! You can have a blue million of them in the pantry, but don't throw any away for God's sake. They may not make any more.
She steals toilet paper out of my bathroom closet when she catches it unlocked. She will pile it up in her closet and forget she swiped a roll, so she'll swipe another. Every time she walks by my tissue box in my bedroom, she yanks out at least 3 or 4 and rams it down in her pocket. She has a box in her room. Now if that box gets within 20 of being empty, she nearly loses her mind until I go to the store and buy more. Once I showed her that she had enough to last a few days, so she went behind me and emptied the box and brought me the empty box. She thinks I am that stupid.
She saves bottles, wrapping paper, aluminum foil, rubber bands....and will flat out steal our pony tail holders (for what I could not tell you).
Her drawers are full of all sorts of crap! Hairpins and those little things from a girdle to hold up stockings are among the many items. She has hairnets that I am almost sure she bought in the 60s. She has 3 or 4 sleep caps that are too big or have lost their elasticity, but God forbid you toss those out. She saves insurance papers, cards, stamps (never really collected them, just kept them), old key chains and on and on......
She exasperates me! I hope my children see what is on the horizon! lol

Bath day

As I type, I am listening to our sitter argue with my grandmother about taking a bath. Connie told her that she would go change the sheets on her bed while Moma's lunch digested. Moma growled at her and said, "No, you wait and let me get my things out from under my pillow!" Seriously, I am afraid to imagine what she has stashed away under that pillow.
You would think I would would enjoy hearing her growl and snarl at someone else, but it really makes me so angry. You know your children always behave better for other people than they do you, but this one treats everyone like one of her servants. She is bossing her about letting the dogs back in from outside right now. She says it so hateful too. It makes me want to pop her in the back of that little nappy head!
Tomorrow is beauty shop day. Praise God! Her nasty head will get scrubbed and she will get to go out and about. Connie will take her out to eat. What does that really mean? PEACE in this house for ME!!!!! Glorious peace.
I hate to leave such a negative post, but I promised from the beginning that this would be an honest look at being a caregiver for an elderly person. Sometimes, the truth hurts. But! As Miss Scarlett reminds me "Tomorrow is another day!"